If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 60

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Episode 60

In this era, a billionaire worth 10 billion won was truly among the most elite wealthy individuals.

Wasn’t this the time when bus fare was 600 won, jajangmyeon was 2,500 won, and minimum wage was 1,600 won per hour?

Moreover, South Korea in 2000 was like an unrealistic paradise for small investors, where they didn’t even collect taxes from stock investors.

In other words, capital gains tax: 0 won!

Under tax law, unless you were a major shareholder with 3-5% or more stake, small investors had no obligation to report or declare to the government – it was truly a free and laissez-faire tax-free zone.

Whether you made tens of millions of won or hundreds of won from stocks, the tax was almost 0 won?

Securities transaction tax was just at the level of a toll fee!

Mr. Seo, a model citizen who had lived through the tax hell of 2026 including financial investment tax and withholding tax, was trembling as if committing a crime.

Anyway, excluding the 0.3% transaction tax, over 10 billion won was deposited directly into the account without going through the National Tax Service.

With a full 10 billion won that hadn’t been hit by the tax hammer dangling before their eyes, Seosing-a’s group project villains who were thoroughly stimulated by worldly desires naturally wanted to start squirming.

At times like this, one must respond even more coldly and rationally.

Under my sharp interrogation, Mother opened and closed her mouth as if trying to say something, then muttered “Right, this isn’t what’s important” and began pouring out her schemes like a demon.

“Jeong Suk-i says Apgujeong Hyundai Apartment and Daechi-dong Eunma Apartment are really good these days. It would be perfect to buy two units each.”

“No. I won’t buy them. Go back.”

“If you don’t like apartments, Father looked into it and the buildings on Gangnam Teheran-ro are also quite pricey-“

“I have no intention of buying. Go back.”

“…Daughter, my princess? This mother really doesn’t understand. Why do you just pile up money and not spend it?! What, are you going to take it to the grave when you die?”

“Mother.”

“Yes?”

“Grandmother in the grave says to tell you that if Suk-yeong touches that money, you’ll die once and she’ll die twice. That money is the lifeline for the Bang and Seo families. There are places to use it all in the future.”

“…Our mother said that?”

“Yes. Oh, why that expression? What, are you going to defy Grandmother’s words? Don’t tell me Mother is such an unfilial daughter? Is that unfilial behavior something this daughter should learn completely?”

“…”

I sealed away the golden child’s parents with the classic “grandmother card,” but the effect wouldn’t last long.

So I told them to absolutely never touch the 10 billion no matter what, and within the remaining limits, do whatever they wanted.

Then Madam Bang Suk-yeong seemed to want to go beyond the clothing store and seriously start a clothing business.

Daddy Inppi was… suddenly into martial arts novels?

He said he’d quit his sales job and write some novel. Said being a martial arts novelist had been his dream since long ago.

He was making some otaku-like statements about writing a novel where the rejuvenated demonic cult leader protagonist was actually a woman disguised as a man, but I couldn’t understand any of it so I told him to do as he pleased.

Youngest Uncle, who had earned quite a bit though not as much as us, continued his civil service life unchanged.

He said he liked living as a rich person that nobody knew about.

I had my own share of worries too.

Holes were appearing all over Seosing-a’s kitty diary planner that the regressor had painstakingly created!

According to Seosing-a’s 1 trillion won schedule I had originally set up, by now I should have been preparing to establish a family corporation with Father as the front for the Pangyo land.

But…

‘It’s gone, isn’t it, that Pangyo land? It flew right out of my hands, didn’t it?’

For reference, Bae Seo-nyeok’s Cultural Arts Education Center was currently being steadily constructed on the Pangyo plains…

The top star who gained enlightenment through my assist purchased thousands of pyeong of Pangyo Forest under his own company name (excluding Park Min-su’s prime Samhyeon-ri land).

In that process, our parents also got a foot in as co-investors, so they shared stakes…

Was it because it was a small stake, or did the system judge that my contribution wasn’t sufficient?

Unfortunately, that land wasn’t included in my contribution asset list.

I was full of regret and asked Youngest Uncle.

「If Pangyo gets confirmed as a new city, how much do you think Bae Seo-nyeok will make?」

「Mm-hmm…」

「Didn’t you ask this kind of question before? Why are you so obsessed? Niece. You really didn’t receive a revelation from the General, did you?」

Obsessed? Is that something Youngest Uncle, who’s more obsessed with Bang family ancestors than anyone in the world, should say!

「Uncle~.」

「Alright. How much did Bae Seo-nyeok put in there with your parents?」

「About 1.5 billion total? A little over 2,000 pyeong.」

「Hmm… If that land really gets announced as a new city, the government will buy it all up collectively. If they receive compensation and leave then, about 5-6 billion.」

「…4 times?」

「About that much.」

Then if they put in 5 billion, it would be 20 billion? Oh my stomach…!

「But you said they’re building some arts education center there now?」

「Ah, yes.」

「Then it’s not a regular compensation target. They won’t just take the money for selling land and leave… Are they planning to get recognition as a business site and receive commercial land as substitute land later? Pretty clever thinking.」

「Substitute land? What’s substitute land?」

「Getting land as compensation. Instead of cash, when the new city is built later, you get it back as commercial land within that city. Like expensive premium land near train stations. With about 2,000 pyeong, they’d get about 200-300 pyeong. That would be hmm… 10 billion?」

「What did you say?!」

「Am I wrong?」

「Ah, hah. Surprising. Right? No, wrong?」

「That’s a conservative calculation just looking at the land simply. If they build a building there later – ten times that? Hmm. I don’t know. We’d have to see how big that new city gets later. It’s not like I can foresee the future like an immortal.」

「…」

The regressor who could foresee the future like an immortal despaired.

How big would it get?

That place was Pangyo Techno Valley!

The heart of South Korea’s IT! The mecca of cutting-edge industry!

‘Ten times 10 billion would be 100 billion…’

Seosing-a! You only did good deeds for others!

Do you really need to live this virtuously?!

100 billion would be a whopping 10% of my mission.

Let’s keep in mind that I’m still groveling in the 1% range. Tears of anguish truly flowed down. Even this was the progress rate assuming family assets would be combined!

‘Knock knock, Test Tube? Does making an acquaintance into a billionaire also count as mission success?’

The system window was quiet as if telling me not to talk nonsense…

Anyway, if I was going to resent anyone, I should resent the cold-hearted Park Min-su.

Since this grand plan had fallen through, there wouldn’t be an opportunity to earn this much money in Korea for a while.

No, there might be, but the problem is?

‘I don’t know…!’

Liberal arts graduate Seosing-a who studied mainly from textbooks learned economics only at the average level of Korean common knowledge.

‘Indeed, is going to America the answer?’

Since the Korean Dream has completely shattered, I have no choice but to aim for the American Dream.

Perhaps I should move up the plan a bit.

But for now…

“Okay! Good pronunciation, good vocalization. Good good. Seosing-a~ What’s gotten into you? Your concentration is good these days. It’s really good right now, so let’s keep going like this, okay?”

“Yes~ Teacher!”

Until then, let me earn points from Bae Seo-nyeok first!

You never know what will happen in life.

Bae Seo-nyeok put so much effort into guiding me toward the path of an actor, so if I follow well, he might feel good and share more Pangyo stakes with me!

‘I’ll work hard, President Bae!’

♧

And time passed, and it was the end of April 2000.

It had been six months since I started taking acting lessons.

One evening, I received a phone call from Bae Seo-nyeok.

He gave me an address in Seoul and said someone was waiting for me.

The name was Haemun. He said he was a film director.

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